《KISS ME BEFORE YOU KILL ME: The Assassin and the Hybrid heir》全部章節：第 71 章 - 第 80 章

Noah POV The night air hit me like a slap when we stumbled out of that warehouse. My neck was on fire from the silver collar, blood still dripping down my shirt. Every step felt like knives in my legs, but I kept going. Marcus leaned heavy on my shoulder, barely standing. His face was all pale and sweaty, thumb still messed up badly, but he wouldn't let go of me. Dorian, Elara, and Jaxon stayed close behind us in a tight circle. We were all beat up, bleeding, exhausted as hell, but nobody was backing down. Not now.The Elders and their executioners waited for us outside. A whole line of them in the red moonlight, looking like ghosts ready to end everything. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might crack my ribs. This was it. After all the running, the fights, the lies... they had us cornered. I squeezed Marcus's hand tight, feeling his warm fingers even through the pain. He was my rock. The one person who made all this crap worth it. I loved him so much it hurt worse than the coll

MARCUS POV The fighting stopped all of a sudden, like someone hit pause on the whole damn world. Seraphine raised her hand and said one word in some language I didn't know. It sounded old and powerful. Every executioner and elder soldier froze right where they were, arms halfway up or legs mid-step. Then they just dropped, unconscious, hitting the ground like sacks of potatoes. The head Elder took one look at her, eyes wide with pure terror, and ran off into the dark like his ass was on fire. I almost laughed, but I was too beat up and too worried about Noah to care.Seraphine turned to us with this calm look on her face. "Follow me. It's time you saw the truth." Her voice was steady, like she'd done this a hundred times before. She led us to a hidden door under the warehouse loading dock. It creaked open when she touched it, revealing a spiral staircase going down into the dark. We went slow because we were all messed up. My thumb still hurt like hell. My body felt like one big brui

Noah’s POV The main chamber felt heavy with old secrets, and torchlight flickered on the stone walls. I stood there, my heart still racing from everything Seraphine had told us. My hands were sweaty as Elara stepped forward and pushed a yellowed, old letter into my palm. The paper felt rough and very soft, as if it could fall apart at any moment. “What’s this?” I asked, voice trembling. “It’s from Mum,” Elara said softly. Her eyes looked tired, not angry like usual. “I found it years ago. Read it.” I slowly unfolded the letter, Marcus right beside me, his shoulder touching mine for support. The handwriting was messy but legible. Mum wrote that the Elders weren’t the true villains. They were merely pawns of something bigger—a nameless, formless creature that had hunted hybrids like us for thousands of years. She said she wasn’t killed in some big fight; she was taken. Dragged away. She begged us to run, hide, and just survive. Tears burned my eyes as I read her words. “Stay safe

POV: NoahThe second trial chamber felt different right away, heavier somehow, like the air itself carried old pain. We stepped inside and the door sealed behind us with a low grind. Smoke started filling the space fast, thick and gray. I coughed hard, eyes watering. Then I froze. The smoke cleared and showed me a scene from my childhood that I wished I could forget forever.There I was, small and scared, standing in our old house. Richard towered over young me, face red with anger. He screamed at young Noah for showing weakness after I cried over a scraped knee. His hand flew out, backhanding me across the face. The sting felt so real I touched my cheek, expecting blood. My eyes burned. That slap echoed in my ears even now.Beside me, Marcus faced his own nightmare. A training room with cold stone walls. Elders beat a teenage Marcus bloody for sparing a target’s child during one mission. Blood ran down young Marcus’s face, but he didn’t cry. He just took it, jaw clenched tight. My he

POV: NoahThe cold wind howls outside the old stone walls, but down here deep inside the mountain, the air is dead silent and freezing cold. Every step we take echoes off the walls like a hammer hitting an anvil. We finally push through the heavy broken archway and step right into the main chamber. I thought we would find a massive hall filled with ancient secrets, statues of forgotten kings, or hidden traps. Instead, the room is tiny, almost cramped. It is a single circular space carved directly out of solid black rock. Right in the dead center of the room stands a single stone pedestal, worn down by centuries of dust and time. Resting right on top of that pedestal is a dagger. At first glance, it is completely wrong. It is not made of gleaming silver or heavy dark iron. The blade is carved out of a solid piece of deep black glass that drinks up all the light around it, leaving a dark shadow where the steel should Seraphine drops straight down to her knees right in front of the pedes